The man, who's escorting Don Juan to his bride   Knows he is courting an impudent pride   Think of his jealousy, oh, where will he hide?   The man, who's escorting Don Juan to his bride      The man, who will cover for Don Juan's old soothsayer   Films for a Warner brother or Mister Goldwyn-Meyer   Think of his starlet, how much will he pay her?   The man, who will cover for Don Juan's old soothsayer      An emphas has been reached   With the teacher of the rich   To quit would be discrete and swift   But you know that I can't do that      It would be a disaster   It would be a disaster   I've got this sinking feeling, I'm not dreaming   We'll be sorry soon      At the end of the day, when everyone's resigned   To the heart of the matter and the measures in mind   King Zog's back from holiday, Mary Lupescu's gray   And King Alexander is dead in Marseille      An emphas has been reached   With the teacher of the rich   To quit would be discrete and swift   But you know that I can't do that      It would be a disaster   It would be a disaster   I've got this sinking feeling, I'm not dreaming   We'll be sorry soon